Colors

A kid

   As a kid, I would go to 5k and dread Tuesdays. It was when we learned a new color, what it is called, how to spell it, and I would stare blankly, because everything is 3 colors to me. Black, Grey and White. I Rember the first time the teacher called on me, we just learned pink. She had put the laminated rectangle of pink paper into a bucket with the other colors we learned. She pulled a paper out and asked me what it was, I looked around, all the others were watching me. I looked down at my hands, "grey" I mumbled. She smiled at me "I'm sorry Taylor, it is not grey". Chandler raised his hand a boldly stated"Red!", I knew somehow he would ruin my life when I got older.

   The next day I came to school and Chandler walked over to me, "hey Tay!" He smiled and unknowingly I smiled back, "Hi" I said before I continued putting my stuff in my cubby. "I need help." Chandler said, he was my best friend so I looked at him" With what?" I asked in that innocent little naive voice I had. He simply glared me down"What. Color. Is. My. Shirt?" He said each word like it was a bullet to my heart. I knew the answer, grey, but I ignored him and kept reading, Damn school was shit even when i was a kid.

   In middle school we were learning about classes we could take when a boy in the back of the classroom pipped up, a voice I tuned out for a while. "Hey Mrs. K, My friend Taylor here is great at art, I think she knows EVERY color in the world!" I looked back at Chandler, everyone looked at me. The teacher smiled and asked me pointing to her mug on the desk "well then Taylor, what color is this" I looked down, at my hands this fealing of fear all to fimilar. "Grey" I said, my voice broke, God I wish I could run out of the room. Everyone laughed and I could hear a "told you she was stupid" from the back of the classroom. I glared at Chandler, and with such a rage I stood up and walked back there shoving him.

   Everyone was too shocked to react before I sat on his waist and started punching him, jaw, cheek, nose, cheek, jaw. I punched him as his friend tried to shove me off. I punched him till grey started running from his face, grey blood, darker than his grey skin, lighter than his cold grey eyes, I finally stopped, exhausted and was pulled off, God I hate being a kid.

   It's my first day of tenth grade now. I wall the grey halls with boring grey students, and a dull grey pain in my head, the headache I woke up with this morning probably, I didn't care about it when i got ready slowly, combing out my hair, to me it was gray, but as if I was reliving kindergarten, at the end of middle school I dyed it pink. I look back and think God, I hate that kid, the boy that made me smile, smile when I broke his nose in 6th grade. Today I'm told I was a problem in middle school, My dad just says it's because I was a kid.